Zanxing

How long are you going to stay here? Shaoyang Zhenren said in a low voice, Aren't you going to continue?

The black stone with the remains of the saint of Hayama was still lying quietly by the bridge, but the footsteps of everyone could not stop any longer.

After all, every moment of time is precious now, the rain in Duzhou is still falling, and the news from the sound transmission is that the flood has not crossed the mountainside. If it goes on like this, the people have nowhere to hide, but sink into the water together with the mountains.

Saint Yushan, after all, had already ascended a hundred years ago, and he stayed in the ruins here, which can only mean that he had been here.

Enter the hall. Rong Shuang clenched the long sword in his hand and walked under the bridge first.

The stone bridge went further down, the clouds in front of the hall dissipated, and the hall hidden in the mist gradually became clear.

This is a ruined temple,

Broad is very broad. At first glance, it looks much larger than the main hall of the Taiyan School. The corners of the hall are carved and the eaves are beautiful. It is not like a palace, but a palace tower where the immortals live in the nine layers of heaven. Sheng, nine candles.

However, the inside and outside of the hall were covered with a faint gray layer.

This temple is already very dilapidated.

It seems that many years ago, the people who lived here have left, leaving only this trace, reflecting the prosperity of the past.

Did you feel that the spiritual energy around you was gathering in the middle? Fu Ronghua said suddenly.

In fact, he didn't need to say it, everyone felt it at the moment. It was as if something in the hall was opening its mouth, desperately trying to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. Their Yuan Power is flying towards the middle involuntarily, and the Yuan Power in everyone's body is gradually decreasing.

More than that. Rong Shuang looked solemn, I seem to have heard the sound of water.

It was like a torrential rain poured down from the sky, and it was like a long waterfall fell heavily from the hanging stone cliff, splashing in the stream, and the noisy sound came from the depths of the hall, but there was no splash on the ground.

Everyone's heart couldn't help but lift.

This place is really weird.

Do you want to continue moving forward? Bujiang urged impatiently.

Let's go. Shaoyang Daoist said.

They have all come here, no matter how weird they are, they can only bite the bullet and find out. Furthermore, if a cultivator does not even have the courage to do so, he will stop at this for a lifetime, and it will be difficult to achieve the Dao.

Hairpin was at the back, and Mimi jumped to her feet, looking at her hesitantly.

Yin Langshi always loves to run at the front, but this is the first time, and his footsteps are hesitant.

Hairpin Xing touched its big furry head and said softly, Let's go.

Going around the heavy curtains and crystal bead curtains, the eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a huge temple, but it is very different from the temple in the sect.

This Dharma Hall is in the shape of a warm circle, surrounded by white, as if it were trapped in nothingness. At the four corners of the Dharma Hall, there are four huge silver pillars, reaching the sky.

Yes, this Dharma Hall does not have a top, and upwards, there is a vast white mist. Floating, lingering endlessly.

But if it is a cloudy sky, it is not right. Above this cloudy sky, it seems that someone has pierced a corner. From the corner, countless snow-white water flows down.

The sound of water crashing came from here.

However, when the waterfall fell on the ground, it didn't stir up the slightest splash. It only splashed in the air for a moment, and then disappeared as smoke and dust. Stepping on the ground, it seems that there is a warm feeling transmitted to the body,

Wojiao. The real Shaoyang said suddenly.

Wojiao? Tian Fangfang was puzzled, What is that?

Gu Baiying looked at the big water falling from the sky and answered his doubts: Yi shoots the nine suns and falls into Wojiao.

Legend has it that the warrior Yi shot the sun, and the nine suns he shot fell into the sea and turned into Wojo.

The water is pouring in endlessly, and the hundreds of rivers pour into the sea but not full. Meng Ying murmured, Could it be that this is the palace made of Wojiao stone? Because it was too hot, the water would immediately disappear when it touched Wojiao.

Otherwise, such a large torrent would flood the hall in an instant.

The sound of the water was still heard, but the hall was empty.

No, it's not right to say it's empty. In the center of the hall, it seems that there are countless grids separated by a horizontal ruler. At first glance, it seems that it is easy to be ignored. The center is divided into a chessboard.

In this chessboard, there are many small glowing images.

Hairpin Xing moved in his heart, walked to those small statues and squatted down, looking carefully.

I don't know what it is made of, but it feels warm and cold, like white jade, but it looks bright and luminous, with distinct eyebrows and lifelike features, only the size of a human fist.

The one in front of Xing Xing was an old man with meticulously combed hair. His expression was rigid and tough, and he seemed a little uncomfortable. He was holding a blood-colored long knife in his hand.

It is clearly just a small statue. When the hairpin star looks at him, it seems to be facing the old man across the distant time and space, and it seems that he can still see the cold expression in his eyes.

Next to this small statue, there are several powerful characters carved with the tip of a knife: Kongtan Laojun.

Hairpin hesitated for a moment, then asked, Who is Laojun Kongtan?

Kongtan Laojun? Fu Ronghua looked at Taoist Lingxin, Isn't that the ancestor of the noble school?

Back then, Kongtanlao-kun and Yushan Sage were equally famous in the capital, and their cultivation bases were comparable. When approaching ascension, Yushan Sage successfully ascended, but Kongtanlao-kun fell. Xu was jealous, and Chihuamen looked at the Taiyan faction up and down, and it was very unpleasant from then on. Liangzi, a knot is for many years.

When Kongtan Laojun fell, no one saw him, only his disciples received his last words. But now, a small statue of Soratan Lao-kun is found here.

Could it be that Kongtan Lao-kun has also been here?

Daoist Lingxin's expression was shocked, and he walked quickly to the statue of Lao Jun, Xu was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Not only Kongtan Laojun, but Rongshuang said, This is a small portrait of Zhuang Mengdie, the soul dream master?

The young man on this small statue is very handsome, smiling at everyone, with a blue butterfly perched on his fingertips, facing his smiling eyes, as if entering a good spring dream, reminiscent of wild flowers and spring willows , splendid fragrance.

Fu Ronghua said in amazement: Zhuang Mengdie is the first and only soul dream master in the capital. I heard that his spiritual power has reached the peak, and he can overturn tens of thousands of people in his dreams. He was also expected to soar. Yes. Later.

Later this person disappeared, and outsiders all said that he had fallen. Bu Jiang took the rest of his words. Seeing the hairpin star looking at him, Bujiang said indifferently, I heard that this person is unparalleled and unparalleled in love, I also wanted to see him back then. But later I heard that he was dead, so I gave up. Her eyes stayed on the small statue for a moment, Seeing this small statue now, it is not a rumor that I want to come here with a good appearance.